Chapter 6: Breathing technique

Nalia started to get worried when she saw Dreyfus with the deadliest expression.

Despite the fact he was always this way, seeing him like this still gave everyone chills.

"Father," Rolem said, "is there anything wrong?"

Dreyfus stared intensely at Langris who was wondering why he was getting stared at so intensely.

"Would you happen to need anything, Uncle Dreyfus?" Langris asked him.

Seconds went by with no response, and Nalia started to get worried. Maybe Dreyfus decided that this was the day to take care of Langris for good.

Suddenly, Dreyfus answered Langris' question which appeased Nalia's heart.

"I'm here to get Rolem, your mother is waiting for us outside..." He said before walking away with Rolem.

"I'll catch you guys later!" Rolem waved at Morlen and Langris.

"What's wrong with him?" Morlen said watching Dreyfus and his son walk away.

"I don't know... but if Aunt Tirinia is here, that means the mother is here, so I guess I should go and greet her, I'll see you around,"

Langris then left Morlem and headed to his room to get his wooden sword. He intended to get to the estate's entrance gate, greet his mother, and head outside to train on what he learned in the scroll he read earlier.

When he reached the gate, he saw Dreyfus, Rolem, Tirinia, and his mother Finnea.

"Good afternoon mother," He told his mother.

"What is that bandage on your head?" Finnea exclaimed as she looked at Langris with a cross face.

"It's nothing really, I just got a little hurt during training..."

Finnea wasn't a fan of Langris' training method, and every time she was around, it was hard for Langris to train without her being behind him as if he was a little kid.

This is why he would train outside the estate in the plantations, and spar with one of the guards occasionally when she wasn't home.

"You should be more careful with your training you shouldn't be training this much at such a young age!" Finnea scolded him before getting interrupted.

"Calm down little sister, he's just a little child with dreams, of course he's going to give it his all to achieve it..."

A woman with brown hair who looked very much like Lensa tried to calm Finnea down. She was Aunt Tirinia, Lensa, and Rolem's mother, as well as Finnea's sister and Dreyfus' wife.

"Your mother is right Langris, you shouldn't be training this much every time... You must learn how to rest from your hard work. Pushing your body to the limit isn't a solution you know,"

Langris looked away and showed a dissatisfactory expression. He hated it when they scolded him for training.

'I hate it when they do that, I'm not some baby for them to be behind me in everything I do...'

The problem was that he kept forgetting that he was still in fact a kid, and his body was still fragile.

"Now, where are you going?" Finnea questioned him when she saw the wooden sword.

"I'm going nowhere," Langris said as he looked away with an annoyed face.

Finnea pulled his ears to force him to say the truth.

Throughout the years, Finnea had realized that Langris wasn't like the other kids, he had more sense than others, and his ways of acting were that of a teenager instead of a baby.

However, his actions were reckless, and he didn't take care of his health. This is why Finnea had become very protective of him, but not at a high point.

"Get back inside, and ask Nalia to serve you something to eat!" She shouted.

Langris learned not to go against her orders and walked back into the mansion in heavy and disappointed steps.

He walked back and went to the dining room. Once there, Nalia came in with a plate and a cup of water.

When she placed it on the table, she saw Langris's annoyed expression and realized that he had a problem.

*Sigh* "Tell me what's going on this time..."

"It's mother, she keeps babysitting me, but I don't need all that... I know that I can do better if she just lets me,"

Nalia patted Langris on the head, and smiled at him, "Listen, your mother is doing this for you, plus, it's quite obvious that you're doing way too much..."

Langris looked away and had the same annoyed expression on his face.

"Don't make that face Lan... she does this because she loves you, so please eat up..."

Nalia was now part of the family in Langris's opinion, for she had always been there for him since the beginning.

The day passed by, and late at night, Langris was on his bed, in a crossed legs position. He had his eyes closed and inhaled and exhaled rhythmically.

As time went by, Langris could feel a rush going through his body, however, it was impossible for him to control it.

'This is surely the Zeal Energy in my body, but how on earth am I supposed to control it?' Langris thought.

During those fraction seconds he tried to reach deeper for that energy, and his breathing rhythm broke, which caused him to feel great pressure in his chest. Suddenly, he found it harder for him to breathe, and he started to feel dizzy.

'This pain is unbearable!' Langris placed his hand on his chest and started breathing heavily through his mouth.

He fell off his bed and started rolling in pain on the ground. More time went by, and the harder it was for him to breathe

After 5 minutes, the pain stopped, and his breathing went back to normal.

"That's weird, it's like when I wanted to reach for that power, I got pushed back ..." Langris said as he sat on the bed sweating everywhere.

Normally, when trying to control Zeal energy, concentration was vital, but even with that, Langris didn't manage to control even the slightest of his Zeal Energy.

"What I need now is to rest..." Langris mumbled as his pupils slowly started to close.

When Langris lay on his bed, he started to feel dizzy, and his body started aching so he devided to go to sleep.

Undergoing such pain was too much for his fragile body to withstand.